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Senior Class 


Abbot Academy was one of the first incorporated schools for girls in the country. 
It was incorporated by Act of Legislature, February 26, 1829. Through the sacrifice 
and perseverance of those who had faith in the education of women it was founded and 
through the constant and loving service of its principals, trustees, faculty, students 
and friends, it has grown through the years. Those who have gone away from the school 
have established its ideals, and it is the task of those who are now here to carry on those 
ideals for the sake of those who are to come. 

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The Rev. Albert Parker Fitch, D.D., L.L.D., President 
Burton S. Flagg, A.B., Treasurer 
*John Alden, Sc.B., Clerk 
The Hon. Marcus Morton, A.B. 
Mrs. John Wesley Churchill 
George F. Smith, A.B. 
The Rev. Markham W. Stackpole. A.B. 
George G. Davis 

The Rev. Charles H. Cutler, D.D. 
The Rev. Charles Henry Oliphant 
Mrs. Grace Carleton Dryden 
Miss Bertha Bailey, Sc.B. 

*Died April 10. 1916. 








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BERTHA Bailey, Sc.B., Principal Psychology, Ethics, Christian Evidences 

KATHERINE RoXANNA KELSEY, Assistant Principal Mathematics 

Nellie Maria Mason 
Rebekah Munroe Chickering, A. B. 
Martha Melissa Howey, Litt.B. 
Mary Ethel Bancroft, A.B. 
Gertrude Eliza Sherman, A.B. 
Hedwig Dorothee Cramer 
gussanda countway, a.b. 
Bertha Louise Morgan, A.B., A.M. 
Margaret Elliott, A.B. 
Marion Hosmer King, A.B. 
Bess Leona Stoody 
Alice Dean Spalding 


History, English 

Literature, History of Art 






Mathematics, Astronomy 


Household Science, Physiology and Botany 

Reading and Speaking, Physical Education 

Faculty, Gfonthtueo 

Joseph Nickerson Ashton, A.M. 

Mabel Adams Bennett 

Marie Nichols 

Marion Louise Pooke, A.B. 

Corinne d' A. La Brecque 

Rachel Augusta Dowd, A.B. 

Grace A. Jenkins 

M. Louise Sweeney 

Marion Hosmer King, A.B. 

Philana McLean 

Edith Henrietta Aldred 

Jane Brodie Carpenter, A.M. 

Chorus Music, Pianoforte, Organ Harmony 
History and Theory of Music 

Vocal Music 


Drawing and Painting 

French Conversation 

Secretary to the Principal 

Supervisor of Day Scholars 

Supervisor of Day Scholars 


In charge of Draper Hall 

Resident Nurse; In charge of Infirmary 

Keeper of Alumnae Records 
Curator of John-Esther Art Gallery 

(Class ©ffir?rs 

Agnes Grant. Treasurer Sylvia Gltterson, President Marjorie Freeman. Vice-President Helene Hardy, Secretary 

Class of 1872 

Class Flower 

From the Class of 1872 

Ella Adams 

Lillian Waters (Grosvenor) 

Myrtle Whitcomb (Bartlett) 

"Do Noble Things, 
Not Dream Them." 

Class of 1916 


To the Daughter Class of 1916 

"We 'dreamed,' and 'did,' or tried to 'do'! 
And now we wish the same for you. 
The 'Noble things' we longed to 'do' 
The world may see by each of you 
More trulv Done." 

Clara Locke (Thomson) 
Anna Fuller 
Abby Mitchell 

Fanny Fletcher (Parker), Sec. 




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Vera Louise Allen 
Melrose Highlands 

Eleanor Pearce Black 
Mansfield, Ohio 


Margaret Allison 


Dorothy Dann 

Mansfield, Ohio 




Myrtle Paddock Dean 

Charlotte Jane Fleming 
Des Moines, Iowa 


Lois Edna Erickson 


Rachel Foster 




Eleanor Frary 
Berlin, New York 


Marjorie Freeman 


Sylvia Gutterson 


Lillian Priscilla Hamer 



Helene Charlotte Hardy 

Mildred Louise Jenkins 


Dorothy Higgins 
Bath, Maine 


Esther Lucile Kilton 




Louise Mason Kimball 

Concord, New Hampshi 

Ruth Laton 


New Hampshire 



Louise King 

Marion Emma Mellor 




Frances Pllmmer Moses 
Bath. Maine 

Ruth Acnes Ottman 
Stamford. Conn. 




Bernice Overend 




Eugenia Parker 


Margaret Lewis Perry 
Newton Centre 

Dorothy Pillsbury 

Derry, New Hamp. 


Lucy Butler Squire 
Meriden, Conn. 




Emma Marie Stohn 

Josephine Walker 

Concord, New Hamp. 

Lillian Ida Sword 

Huntington, Long Island 

Helen Elizabeth Warfield 
Brooklyn, New York 




Miriam Louise Weber 
Canton, Ohio 

Ruth Stevens Moore 

Newton Highlands 



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Charlotte Eaton 

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Hamburg, New York 

Ruth Lindsay 


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Newburg, New York 


Grace Converse Merrill 




Dorothy Grieme Niles 
Amsterdam, New York 

Marion Adelaide Selden 


Helene Marie Sands 
Melrose Highlands 


Esther Mary Van Dervoort 
Moline, Illinois 




Elsa Margaret Wade 


Elizabeth Dayton Wood 


Edith Stone Bancroft 
Newton Highlands 




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Katherine Adams 
Edith Benson 
Edith Butler 
Florence Cruzen 
Dorothy Gilbert 

Marion Kent 
Margaret Markens 
Vivian Mitchell 
Josephine Tonner 
Antoinette Stone 


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Tune: Exeter March 

Here's to Nineteen Sixteen — 
Here's to the Gold and Blue — 

With love and loyalty, 

We pledge ourselves to you. 

Nineteen Sixteen, Nineteen Sixteen 
You are the class we love, 

And we'll be loyal 

As long as the sun's above. 


®o GDur Principal 

In B we see the Beauty of all her charming ways; 

E is the great Efficiency which orders all our days; 

R what she judges best for us, the Rules and Regulations, 

Though from them comes, alas, the T, for Trials and Tribulations; 

H means our Happiness, because our lives all chanced to fall 

'Neath A, her great Affection for the school and for us all. 

B all the Benefits we've had since we've been coming here, 

A our Appreciation of her, increasing year by year; 

I is her Interest in us as she helps us to progress ; 

L is our Love and Loyalty, they never shall grow less; 

E are her eyes. They laugh or chide as we are good or bad ; 

Y is her spirit Youthful. Just to know her makes one glad. 

A QIlaBB S>ottg 

TUNE: "The Orange and the Black. 

Our hearts are bound together 
By love for our dear class. 

We cry, we laugh, we share the joys, 
And the sorrows we bravely pass. 

In this bond of truth and honor 

We look to finer aims, 
But always in our lives we'll feel 

The love that stays the same. 

M. F. F., '16. 


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S I was strolling down Washington Street, holding the notch of my Sternum carefully 
its ideals the highest. But, of course, we, the Class of 1916, not only feel, but know 
this to be true. 

In September, 1913, we became the first organized Junior-Middle Class in 

Abbot, and started in well by winning the Field Day that year. Then came our 

picnic, and our gay little parties together. 

These gave us a start toward feeling as if we belonged to one another, so that when, in 1914, we 

began the year with many new comrades, there was little feeling of diffidence, but a great desire shown 

for action. It was with this feeling that we took for class motto that of the Class of 1872, "Do Noble 

Things, Not Dream Them." 

We won the tennis tournament, ran plays and entertainments, and held a highly successful banquet 
in the Domestic Science Laboratory, the first purely class affair of the year. Fifty-one of us, besides Miss 
Bailey and Miss Kelsey, sat about the big open square with the most carefree and festive spirit imagin- 
able. At least, it was carefree for the "toastless" ones. 

As to our play, "The Violin Maker of Cremona," of course, we thought it splendid, and perhaps 
we do deserve a little credit, at least for our intentions, for all, supers and principals alike, did their very 
best to make the evening a success. 

The first prom of the year, usually given the Senior-middlers by the Seniors, was, by arrangement of 
these two classes, given up, and the money given to war relief work. So, when the trustees' dance was 
held we made up for our loss by having twice as good a time as we had even remotely hoped for. 


So we worked and played together till the night of the Senior Banquet, when the Class of 1915 
formally presented us with the Senior Parlor for our own. Its possession gave us a feeling of pride and 
responsibility, but at the same time a rather lost sensation at the thought of managing without the Seniors. 

A new plan was instituted with us, that of electing the officers for the Senior year in June, that there 
might be no delay in class organization in September. The result has been highly satisfactory, and we 
hope it will become a custom. 

The year ended in a rush. We had received the spade and trowel to keep till our tree and ivy 
should be planted, and had started off on our vacation before we realized that it was June. 

When September brought us back, we missed much the few of our classmates who failed to return. 
But new members had joined our ranks, so that forty-seven Seniors filled the Senior parlor at our first 
class meeting. 

From the beginning of the year we have assumed control, putting on vaudeville shows, giving in- 
formal tea-dances to the underclassmen in the Recreation room and taking active part in hockey and tennis. 

Few big events came before the Christmas holidays, though we spent many happy hours before our 
open fire, listening to the Victrola, sewing, knitting and being read to. 

But after the holidays things happened more quickly. Our mid-year exams were upon us, and for 
three days we toiled with the vision of Intervale ever spurring us on. 

How happy all forty-five of us were! The snow fell much of the time we were up there in the 
mountains, but storms held no menace to us. We banished all thought of books and reveled in our play- 
time. The four days flew as if on wings, and we would have thought the trip a dream had we not num- 
erous bumps and bruises to prove it a reality. 

According to custom, we went in to Boston to the annual Abbot Club luncheon, with the distinc- 
tion of having, as a class, joined the Club before our graduation. 


The dance which we gave to the Senior-Middlers was a great success, and we all hope to enjoy as 
much our next when it comes. 

Many of our thoughts since Christmas have been of the stage, and well they might be. First, the 
Academic Seniors were busy writing their plays, and then when two were chosen to be given, came the 
rehearsals. In the second place, we all were deeply interested in the search for a Senior play, finally 
deciding on Dickens' "Cricket on the Hearth." Our only hope is that the audience spent half as pleas- 
ant an evening watching it as we did giving it. 

The Bradford Seniors have come to an informal tea-dance, and we have realized anew how truly 
delightful and friendly they are. 

Now the year is nearly over. There remains only the Trustees' dance and our banquet, then the 
last three days, when we will be so excited, and our career at Abbot will end. 

We will never forget our school, for from her we received the impulse and training to "Do noble 
things, not dream them." 

Agnes Grant, Class Historian. 


The sun and the sky look down, little tree, 

And bid you come up to their light. 
But the earth and your roots hold you fast, little tree, 

Giving moisture and warmth and might. 

Like you, we want sky and the sun, little tree, 

And all of the light that they shed; 
And our roots, like yours, are deep here, little tree, 

Where they have been strengthened and fed. 

The birds will come to your shade, little tree, 
The children will play all around, 

And you will give to the world, little tree, 
The beauty and strength that you've found. 

The Master has given us life, little tree, 
Each day sending strength from above 

That we may give forth in our lives, little tree. 
His beauty and strength and love. 

Marjorie F. Freeman. 


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S I was strolling down Washington Street, holding the notch of my STERNUM carefully, 
over my base, searching for Ruskinian clouds, my eye was struck by a sign, done 
somewhat in the Turner style, saying that the show was going on. As I stood gazing, 
I remembered the last time I had been to the movies I was with Bernice, and so, with 
tears of "Auld Lang Syne" trickling down my furrowed cheeks, I entered the groined 
vault of the movies. 
In the dressing room a deft maid removed my wraps and arranged my hair. She made me think 
of "Web," but our fastidious could never have sunk so low. I sat quite near the front, and believing 
it to be for "the greatest good of the greatest number," removed my hat. Below me in the pit sat the 
Famous Female Orchestra. Something lacking in the face of the pianist and her masterly touch on the 
keys made me realize that it was "Liz," and playing the trombone was Vera. I leaned forward to 
speak to them, but the lights went out. 

The first picture was one of those everlasting Kilton Comedies. I don't see how "Ted" can grind out 
so many. The heavy comedy part was played by Ruth Moore. The next was a five-reel, "The Great 
Lover." The leading part was played by "Babe." Imagine! The minor but strong parts were in- 


terpreted by Emmie Stohn and Myrtle Dean. The gripping drama held me, desiccated lady that I am, 
quite spellbound. 

Then came the Pathe Weekly. I followed this carefully, because I thought I might see some of 
my classmates. First came the review of the battleship, and on one of them whom should I see but 
"Pill," mending the sailors' clothes and hearing their confidences. "Ship Mother," she was called. 
Then came a picture of some social function in New York. I looked for "Dard" and found her, and 
"Lil" was serving tea and smiles to a group of men. How does she do it? And Frances, the fashion 
leader, was there in a stunning costume. Then came a picture of the Pro-Matrimonial Society (I must 
join it), and who should be leading the procession but Sylvia, first in all good works, carrying a banner 
saying, "Eventually, why not now?" And I thought I saw Miss Chickering in the crowd. 

This picture was interrupted by the manager asking if there was a physician in the house. Who, to 

my surprise, should step forward but "K"? It is said that she learned her profession by practising on 

The fascinating reel went on. I saw Eleanor Frary teaching kindergarten in the Noble Institution 
with "Rufus" Ottman as her star pupil. I saw "Marge," Reform Mayor of Lawrence, giving clean 
collars to tramps. Then came the fascinating studio of Mildred Jenkins, where she creates those won- 
derful post impression pictures, and where Ruth Laton, her bachelor companion, writes those thrilling 
plays that are stirring New York. I saw Mile. Johnson teaching French and German by her new book- 


less system, and M. Selden, president of the Eugenics Society, working for a healthier and more whole- 
some race. There was Lillian Hamer, the successor of Pavlowa. 

The scenes travelled West, and for a time I rested my "rods and cones." When I opened my eyes 
it was to behold "Dick" coaching the Mansfield Sluggers for the next game. Then was a picture of the 
University of Arizona, where Charlotte is the - brilliant professor of Physics. 

During the picture I had been disturbed by incessant talking behind me, and turned to squelch the 
young and thoughtless, but who should it be but Lois. She immediately began to pour "spice" into 
my eager ears. She told me that "Vandie" had become quite a college widow, and that "Pug" was 
now chairman of the Pure Food Committee of Mansfield. She has to sample all the food. Lois says 
she loves the work. I learned that Rachel Foster had become a great comedienne. I always knew that 
girl had great undiscovered depths. As for Louise King, she is running a big tea-room in Peabody, while 
Helene is one of the social leaders in Boston. I didn't catch her married name. The latest "spice" was 
that Agnes Leslie had just given up her promising musical career to go on Keith's circuit. 

She wouldn't believe me when I told her that "Gingie" was the advertising agent of the Christian 
World, and that "Dot" Higgins had married a man who could dance and had money, and was per- 
fectedly contented leading Bath society. She was surprised to hear that Louise Kimball is delivering a 
lecture, "Conversation and the Smile," which she illustrates charmingly, and that Charlotte now has three 
babies and has become one of the leading matrons of Iowa. She hadn't heard that Agnes has become 


quite a disciple of Amy Lowell and has published some very athletic love sonnets, or that Edith Bancroft 
is editing an edition of "Johnson's Best Puns," or that M. Allison is a district nurse in Andover, where 
she is doing a wonderful work. It didn't surprise her to hear that Lucy Squire has been studying Phil- 
ology, with special emphasis on Etomology, in which she has just received a degree. 

We were interrupted by a marvelous acrobatic stunt, and were shocked to discover that the troupe 
contained Elsa, Ruth and Dot. The strong lady was Marion Mellor. An exhibition of modern dancing 
followed immediately. The skill and ease of the fairy creatures made me realize that such grace could 
belong to none other than Helen Sands and G. Merrill. 

Then the lights flashed on and Lois and I made our way out and separated, Lois going to the 
Touraine for tea and I home to father and the dog. 

Josephine Walker, Class Prophet. 


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Our Fairy Godmother across the way 

Smiles and cheers us every day; 

Flowers their sweetness and charm do lend 

To her, our faithful and dearest friend; 

Those on earth and God above 

Have given our dearest friend their love. 









"alrjp g>prll of 3Jntfrbal? " 

(With apologies to Robert W. Service) 

We rushed for the train and we caught it. 

We rolled and tossed like the waves. 
Was it rest or a lark? — we all sought it, 

And joined in the fun unafraid. 
Some wanted to slide and they did it. 

Came home with 'steen bumps from a fall, 
Yet somehow the bumps didn't bump you, 

And somehow the fall wasn't all. 

Oh, it's just great. (You should see it.) 

It's the grandest place that we know. 
From the high, snowy mountains we've seen it 

To the valleys and rivers below 
'Tis said that all love it who see it, 

And many there are that do come, 
That's true — and we wouldn't change it 

For any spot under the sun. 

S. S. G., '16. 

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Lucy Rogers Atwood 
Elizabeth Harlow Bacon 
Miriam Manning Bacon 
Harriet Hilton Balfe 
Irene Cora Baush 
Dorothy Louise Baxter 
Canta Bigelow 
Bernice Patterson Boutwell 
Mary Church 
Esther Davis 
Janet Wilson Davis 

Marguerite Dun away 
Doris Elizabeth Emery 
Frances Kent Gere 
Mildred Ada Gilmore 
Gertrude Goss 
Elizabeth Blodgett Holmes 
Esther Wanzer Hungerford 
Ruth Jackson 
Mildred Elizabeth Kling 
Alice Taylor Littlefield 
Julia Augusta Littlefield 
Harriet Josephine Murdock 

Cornelia Chapel 1 Newcomb 

Dorothy Newton 

Rachael Langevin Olmstead 

Jane Patteson 

Alice Beardslee Prescott 

Cornelia Bancroft Sargent 

Dorothy Coffin Small 

Hilda Belle Temple 

Elizabeth Willson 

Mary Elizabeth Winchet 

Mary Catherine Yeakle 

A must 

There ain't anybody like a Senior, 
But I know that you'll admit 

That when one is a Middler 
She's feeling pretty fit. 

Still — there ain't anybody like a Senior, 
For she thrills you through and through. 

Now don't you wish that you were one; 
Oh yes, I guess you do. 

M. S., '16. 


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Doris Emery Marion Selden Esther Van Dervoort Jane Patteson Ruth Ottman 

Sylvia Gutterson Dorothy Pillsbury (President) Elizabeth Wood 

Marjorie Freeman Julie Sherman 

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The Odeon is a literary society, founded in 1905, and composed of ten girls. These girls are 
chosen for their literary ability, or their literary appreciation. The Odeon is distinctly an honorary society, 
and members strive to prove themselves worthy of the honor by producing something worth while every 

The society has occupied itself with writing a serial novel, plays, one of which was given by the 
members, a study of the stort stories, poems, contemporary poetry and folk-songs. The present Odeon is 
studying the book of Job and is writing a pageant dealing with the history of Abbot Academy, which, it 
is hoped, may be given next year. 

















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Literary Editors 
Esther Kilton, Marjorie Freeman, Agnes Grant, Marion Selden, Josephine Walker 

Art Editors Editor-in-Chief Business Manager Assistant 

Lillian Sword, Mildred Jenkins Sylvia Gutterson Eugenia Parker Elizabeth Bacon, 'I 7 

Honorary Editors 
Irene Baush, '17, Dorothy Pillsbury 


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Business Managers 
Dorothy Dann Ruth Jackson Margaret Perry 

Literary Editors 
Agnes Grant Esther Kilton Josephine Walker Marion Selden 
The Couranl is the school magazine, which is issued in January and June. The aim is to represent 
fairly the best work of the English classes and to encourage literary expression in the girls. Great stress 
is put upon The Alumnae notes, which keep the Old Girls in touch with their Alma Mater. 


Abbnt (CljrtBttan AfiBflriatum 

Esther Davis, Secretary 
Dorothy Pillsbury, President 

Emma A. Stohn, Treasurer 
Elizabeth Wood, Vice-President 


St}? Abbnt GItjnBtian Asportation 

The Abbot Christian Association is a most representative organization to which every resident stu- 
dent belongs, and which socially influences the life of the whole school, beginning with a welcoming dance 
for the new girls. 

The association has charge of many philanthropic interests, ranging from contributions to the Inter- 
national Institute in Spain, to a Christmas party for some of the poor children of Andover. The Sunday 
morning classes, conducted by students, to which some nine-tenths of the girls belong, have been devoted 
to Bible and Mission study. The Sunday night meetings, led by the girls, are of great value to the school. 

Last year the organization sent to the Northfield Conference delegates whose influence has been felt 
throughout the entire year. It is hoped that a larger delegation may go this June and bring inspirations 
and ideas to help the school through the new problems of the coming year. 



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Josephine Walker, Helene Hardy, Marjorie Freeman (President), Dorothy Pillsbury, Esther Davis. 

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Every resident student of Abbot Academy is a member of Student Council. The purpose of this 
organization is to increase a real interest in the school and to preserve an atmosphere of loyalty to the 
school. The members of Student Council elect a Representative Committee who aid them in executing 
this purpose. 


Marjorie Freeman, Vice-President 
Eleanor Frary, Treasurer Agnes Grant, President Julie Sherman, Secretary 

Abbot Attjlrtir Afianriation 

Athletics is always an important factor in school life, for in it is reflected the character of a school. 
The aim of the Athletic Association of Abbot is to engender and foster that spirit of clean sportsman- 
ship and fair play for which Abbot has always stood. 


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Elsa Wade 

Dorothy Pillsbury 

Sylvia Gutterson 
Agnes Grant 

Grace Merrill 

Marion Selden 

Gertrude Goss 

Esther Kilton 

Esther Davis 

Alice Prescott 

Margaret Perry (Captain) 




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Scene — The interior of John Perrybingle's Cottage. 


Scene — The abode of Caleb Plummer. 

Scene — Same as Chirp I. 


DOT Charlotte Fleming 

TILLY SLOWBOY Marjorie Freeman 

JOHN PERRYBINGLE, a carrier Sylvia Gutterson 

OLD GENTLEMAN Dorothy Pillsbury 

CALEB, Tackleton's Man ............ Agnes Grant 

MR. TACKLETON Esther Kilton 

BERTHA, a blind girl Josephine Walker 

MRS. FIELDING Dorothy Higgins 

MAY FIELDING Eleanor Frary 

PORTER Mildred Jenkins 

DOT'S FATHER Lois Erickson 

MRS. DOT Ruth Ottman 

NEIGHBORS Kathenne Odell 

Lillian Sword 
Violin — Gertrude Goss 
Piano — Elizabeth Wood 
Stage Managers Costumes 

Miriam Weber Ruth Laton 

Lois Erickson 


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Time of Queen Elizabeth. 
ACT I. Baronial Hall of Granmore Castle, England: Morning. 
ACT II. Same as Act I: Evening. 


LADY OLIVIA OLIFANT (Daughter of Lord Nicholas Olifant) .... Irene Baush 

LADY JOYCE OLIFANT (Younger sister of Olivia) Rachel Olmstead 

LORD NICHOLAS OLIFANT (Of Cranmore Castle) Carita Bigelow 

LORD DUDLEY HUNSDEN (Of Hunsden Park) Gertrude Goss 

SIR KENNETH GRAHAM (Of Surrey, masquerading as a minstrel) . . . Esther Davis 

SIR WILLOUGHBY WILLIAMS (Of Williams Manor House, Kent) . . . Catherine Yeakle 

JOHN JACKSTRAW (Nephew of Lord Nicholas) Cornelia Sargent 

URSULA (A nurse) Cornelia Newcomb 

PHILLIS I n j- ■ ■ \ I Ruth Jackson 

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JANET j j Janet Davis 

ROBIN (A page) Mary Wuichet 

PETER (A porter) Alice Prescott 

TOBY (Servant to Sir Willoughby) Hilda Temple 

TRIM ) i Frances Gere 

JERRY [ (Pages) ] Alice Littlefield 

DICK ' ( Mildred Gilmore 




'©is ti?e lest Sim* We 'be iEnpr ifafc 

One Tuesday night in Davis Hall 
We gathered together one and all — 
An acquainting time is lots of fun, 
For it never is entirely done. 

The next gay fete to call us there 
Was the masquerade, and we all declare 
'Tis the spookiest thing that was ever known 
To see ghosts and goblins together thrown. 

At a vaudeville show, our next event, 
Was a very happy evening spent. 
Then the Senior-Mid and the Senior play 
We enjoyed in the heartiest way. 

Besides these two of great repute 

There were two more which struck us mute. 

You won't believe it, but it's true, — 
Two of our classmates wrote these two. 

Outdoors we've spent some happy hours 
At picnicking in shady bowers. 
The Seniors and the Middlers, too, 
Have had their fun ; all classes do. 

Besides these parties in our domain, 
Our Phillips' brothers did entertain 
At teas and dances. Every one 
Declared these parties greatest fun. 

Those happy times we'll not forget. 
But here are the very merriest yet, 
The times for which each maiden longs, 
The gayest, happiest times — our Proms. 

D. P., '16. 


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(Bin (Club 

Julia Littlefield Ruth Jackson Esther VanDervoort Phyllis Tutein 

Gertrude Goss Harriet Balfe Esther Milliken Margaret Perry Helen Warfield 

Louise Kimball Elizabeth Wood Helene Hardy, Leader Lucy Squire Dorothy Johnson 


ICibrarg Stubs 

1 . No talking! Except by the faculty. 

2. Each student is allowed to take out six books. She may sit on three, hold two and read one. 

3. In using the reference books, please pin a paper on the back stating: — 

a. How long you expect to use the book. 

b. To what depth it is promised. 

c. Is it any good? 

d. General remarks. 

4. In going to the library, if one of your classmates looks suspicious run and get there ahead of her. 
No slugging allowed ! 

Go early! 

5. Don't disturb teacher with questions — ask your neighbor. 

6. If you want to use the ink wells — you may do so, — but don't disturb the flies. 

7. If you want a book from the top shelf be sure to take one of the newly caned chairs. They need 





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All Recipes Are Reliable 


(EontPttta of 191 B (Enok look 

Bread and Rolls 

Wood's Slow Rising Bread 
Once risen very good. 

Spice rolls a la Sylvia 
A splendid bun. 

Erickson Pop-overs 

A popular peppy muffin. 

Ginger Bread au Parker 
An old standby. 

Wade's Graham Bread 

A strong well kneaded bread. 

Moore's Best Date Bread. 


Allen Angel Cake 

A very delicate pastry. 

Dean's Wedding Cake 

This must be kept a long while. 

Johnson's Drop Cakes 
A little cake. 

Bancroft Quaker Cakes 

Dann's Quality Cake 
Good for any occasion. 

Pillsbury's Sunshine Cake 

A great favorite. Anyone can make it. 

Perry's Sponge Cake 

Easily and quickly cooked. 

Ottman Peach Short-cake 
Serve with Frary Cream. 

Moonshine Cake a la Stohn 
Serve with sauce au Harolde. 


Kimball's Spun Sugar 
A sweet candy. 

Tutti Frutti a la King 
A fancy confection. 

Weber Canton Ginger 
A popular confection. 

Brandied Peach a la Grant 

A firm peach with lots of punch. 

Frary's Best Cracker Jack 

Overend's Butter Scotch 
Mild and sweet. 

Sugar Plums a la Mellor 
A little plum. 


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Fleming Old Fashioned Cookies 

This is one of the kind mother used to make. 
Selden Oatmeal Cookies 

Healthy, hearty and wholesome. 
Laton Rosettes 

A dainty delicacy. 

Warfield's Gentlemen's Delights 
A great favorite in New York. 

Maiden's Dream au Moses 

A fashionable cooky. 
Sand Tarts 

A plump tart. 

Meats and Fish 

Hamer's Chicken Cutlets 
A dainty dish. 

Escaloped Tongue a la Squire 
A complicated dish. 

H. Hardy's Frank-forts 
A special favorite. 

Deviled Crab Meat a la Kilton 

Leslie Clams a la Newburg 

Black's Sweet Breads 
A delicious luxury. 


Foster's Plum Daffy 

Delicious but not well known. 

Diplomatic Pudding a la Jenkins 
A filling dessert. 


Stuffed Peppers a la Merrill 

Deviled Sauce a la Sword 

Amsterdam Cheese au Niles 
A brand new cheese. 


VanDervoot Bouquet Salad 

A college favorite. 
Red Snapper Salad a l'Eaton 
Lindsay Game Salad 

Household Remedies 

Freeman's Soothing Syrup 
Especially good for children. 

Odell's Foot Ease 
A new remedy. 

Walker's Nerve Tonic 
An invigorating reviver. 

Higgin's Bath Salts 
Very refreshing. 


(Hhnmttrtt? (Untturg Painting— 19 15-191 H 

Abbot Academy School — perfected details — hair, feet, etc. They loved excitement. 
Graceful flow of line influenced by tea rooms. "A people warm of impulse." 

1 . At My Sweep, by Janet Davis. 

Good tactile values shown in Janet's grasp of the broom. 
The first to introduce dusty atmosphere into domestic scenes. 
Loss of sentiment, increase of realism. 

2. Shampoo, by Antoinette Stone. 

The setting of this picture is awkward. 

3. "Forgotten" by Victrola. 

"Little Grey Home in the West" by Victrola. 
"Supersaturated with sentimentality." 

4. Buster Peter, by Miss Aldred. 

She "knew the habits and anatomy of animals but not the 'brute' in them, and 
gave them human emotions." 

The Decline. 

1 . Class Book Bored, by Editor-in-Chief. 

"Great portrait painter — giving to his sitters grace and distinction." 
"Long faces, green flesh tints." 
"Lack of significance in expression." 
"Enjoyable by anyone." 

2. Room-Inspection, by Faculty. 

N. B. the boxes and shoes under the bed. 

"Good portraiture, but too strong a story-telling tendency." 

This painter tried to take nature as he found it, but looked on the dark side. 

3. Exercise Period on Sunday Noon, by The Circlee. 

"Painter of still-life." 


(Uroftttirttj (Eenturg Patnting---1915-191B ((Eontinupb) 

4. The Gymnasium Class, by Miss Spalding. 

1. "Lank figures with sharp outlines, yet nobility of expression. 

2. "Square shouldered type." 

3. "Robust, brilliant and startling in line and color." 
"Sweeping lines of beauty." 

"Gigantic robustness and primeval energy." 

5. Mail-rack Enthusiasts at 8.30, by A. Onlooker. 

"Called 'II Furioso' from his impetuous thunderbolt style." 
Rejoicing in free animal spirits, laughing damosel. 
"First to represent real movement." 

6. Draper Hill in the Springtime, by Schoole Streeto. 

N. B. curtains blowing out of the windows. 
Wonderful suggestion of movement. 

7. The Hen Party, by Good Henners. 

Figures do not show elevated mood and are harsh. 

"Gloomy skies and darkened lights." 

The first to think that "hot air" is as important as character. 

From continuous use of dark shadows, they are called "Abbot Darklings." 

8. "Study Hour" as portrayed by different artists: — 

1. Julia Abbe. 

"A harsh, exact recorder of facts." 

This picture is not typical of the times. 

2. Lucile Bond. 

This picture communicates a restless spirit. 
"Tragic power expressed through facial expression." 
A struggle within the artist." 

9. Crush, by 

"Trifling bits of fashionable love-making." 
Willowy figures, weak color. 


M Sty? §>flng 8>l;np M 

"A World of Paradise" . ........ Abbot 

"Floating Down the Old Green River" ...... M. Selden 

"On the Way to Home Sweet Home" ...... J. Davis 

"My Little Girl" D. Johnson 

"Tinkle Bell" Peter 

"The Girl who Smiles" ........ R. Olmstead 

"Sunny Land" .......... M. Church 

"Minor and Major" ....... R. Ottman and E. Frary 

"Morning Glory" ......... B. Ferguson 

"Memories" .......... Miss Howey 

"Blue Paradise" ......... Miss Countway 

"If You Only Had My Disposition" L. Stilwell 

"Ragging the Scale" v ....... E. Wood 

"Bantam Step" .......... M. Davis 

"The Girl on the Magazine" ....... M. McLean 

"I Love a Piano" ......... A. Leslie 

"Babes in the Wood" . . ... Miss King and Miss Eliot 

"The Girl who wears the Red Cross on her Sleeve" ... C. Fleming 

I'm all dressed up and no place to go" . . . . E. Duckworth-J. Holt 

Come Rally To-night" ...... Agnes and Joe's Room 

Where, Oh Where" ........ Miss Chickering 



"Oltje &ong g>Jjop" ((&mtttm»&) 

"Drink to me only with Thine Eyes" 

"How Can I Leave Thee" ..... 

"O Grave and Reverend Sages" ..... 

"When You're Looking for Money all you get is Sympathy" 
"For She's a Jolly Good Fellow" .... 

"Nobody Home" ....... 

"Bime-Bye" ....... 

"Williams — 'tis of Thee" ...... 

"Always Cheerful" ...... 

"Why Doth the Fresh" ...... 

"Dearest Maid — be Shy" ..... 

"Predicaments" ....... 

"Many's the Time" ...... 

L. Sword 

Lois' Room at 9.30 

Senior Class 

Miss Dowd 

Miss Bancroft 

M. Church's Room 

Miss Morgan 


Mrs. Sherman 

C. Erickson 

R. Hathaway 

Junior-Mid Class 

We'll long for Abbot 


The Powers 
Triple Alliance . 
The Scrap of Paper 
Watchful Waiting . 
Belligerent Powers 

Misses Bartlett, Brookes, Pickney 

Gym Excuse 

Friday Night 

Fire Drill 

The Hockey Team 



Haste makes waste. — E. Wood. 

Where there's so much smoke there must be fire. — E. Stohn. 

The longest way round is the shortest way home. — E. Kilion. 

Where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise — /. Abbe. 

Quality, not quantity. — D. Johnson. 

All's well that ends well. — 1916. 

Silence is golden. — /. Holt. 

Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise. — Sherman 

Still waters run deep. — E. Davis. 

Last but not least. — The Preps. 

Many are called but few are chosen. — Hockey Squad. 

Everything comes to him who waits. — Miss Bailey s Office Hours. 


Jan. 31. — Feb. 3. The Seniors took a trip to Intervale, arrived there, climbed Mt. Surprise, snow- 
shoed, coasted, toboganned, skied, went sugaring off, ate flapjacks and maple syrup, cooked din- 
ner in the woods, went to the movies, snowshoed from Crawford Notch to the Wiley House, 
climbed up in an engine, sent postal cards by the reams, conducted a vaudeville show, played 
cards, kept Rex busy, took the train home, breathed at Portland, arrived at Abbot in good condi- 

Feb. 4. Having been drilled on Signorelli's complicated foreshortenings, one of the Seniors wrote in an 
examination that Signorelli's work might be distinguished by its complicated shortcomings. 


®fj? (Ealenfcar ((ftontimtriO 

Feb. I I . Miss Howey learns from an Art notebook that Fra Bartholommeo and Albertinelli had a 
strong friendship, similar to that between David and Goliath. 

Feb. 29. Miss King in spelling class, "Why do you keep the "e" in noticeable?" 
R. Hathaway, "To keep the V wet." 

Mar. 1 3. Senior in class uses the phrase, "I guess so." 
Miss Bailey, "By the way, what is to guess?" 
D. Pillsbury, "To take a chance." 

Mar. 14. In American History, Miss Chickering, "Lois name the States of the Union." 
Lois. "Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, Chicago, New York and New Orleans. 

Mar. 21. Miss Bailey, "What is it when you think?" 
Awful silence. 
Edith Kilton in background, "Accident." 

Mar. 23. Miss Bailey to Lillian Sword after rather a hazy recitation, "Do you know what a Polyp is, 

Lillian, "Yes, something that lives in water, a-a Pollyfrog." 
And with that the term closes. 

April 5. Spring term opens with a stock of low shoes — new ones! 


®tj? GJalwdar ((Hontitmpd) 

April 7. Miss Bailey in Ethics, "In former times production was carried on almost entirely in the 
home. Almost everything we use was made there. What do you now make in the home, Lil- 
L. Sword, "Why I don't know. We make the beds." 

April 9. First Sunday after vacation. Fashion Show — continuous performance from seven A. M. to 
ten P. M. 

April I 1. Miss King in spelling class, "Lucile, spell and define archangel." 

Lucile Bond, "a-r-k-a-n-g-e-1. Oh, yes, he was the one who carried the ark through the wilder- 

April 1 3. Miss Chickering in College English II, "Elizabeth, where is Tophet?" 
E. Wood, "Tophet is a small town in Scotland." 

April 15. Miss Howey in class, "Was there any writer of criticism during the Elizabethan Period?" 
Dot Higgins, hopefully, "Burke wrote his criticism on the French Revolution." 

April 1 8. Botany class during a discussion in leaves. 
Miss Stoody, "Name a smooth leaf." 
May Bartlett, "Wandering Jew." 


ilty (Calendar ^(£ontumf&) 

April 20. At table, "Do you have good roads in Altoona?" 

Janet Davis, "Oh yes, all the streets are paved with alfalfa." 

April 22. Miss King in spelling class, "H-o-a-r-d is the verb, h-o-r-d-e the noun." 
P. Turtein, "Which way do you spell coal-hod." 

April 23. Rain prevents Easter number of the Fashion Show. 

April 24. Louise Stillwell, discoursing on dogs, "When you are raising Collies, you have to be awful ear- 
ful about distemper." 
Janet Davis, "Distemper? Why they have perfectly lovely dispositions." 

April 26. E. Wood, "A spectrum is a ghost." 
I wonder if that girl tries to bluff! 

April 27. At German table, "I am knitting a sweater, Frau Cramer." 

Frau Cramer, "I hope that you won't get too wrapped up in it, Dorothy." 
Dot, "There is enough to be wrapped up in yet, Frau Cramer." 

April 27. Passerby, "What are those wild shrieks — fire?" 
"No, just baseball." 

May 1 0. Joe appears with bangs. One more added to the bang crowd. Mis? Countway asks Marj 
what to call those naughty children who cut bangs. 
Marj, "The little cut-ups." 


"aablra iXhannr 

"Will the meeting please come to order?" the President of the Student Body for the Correct 
Faculty rapped authoritatively. "The faculty seems to have been tmosnaDy rambooooas this wed 
ask for your careful attention and co-operation in noting the crimes and ordaining pimiihnamtf J; 
you can't knit with less noise I shall have to ask you to stop. We might as well start at the top anc 

down. Well, , now about Miss Morgan? Does she still interfere with your wandering abon 

lights? She seems to enjoy staying in her own room more since the Spring h olid ays ? WeU, that 
it convenient Mary Church, what is your report of Miss Howey? Oh, I forgot yon don't know 
about that corridor, do you? Perhaps I may ask yon Ruth (M.). Yon ought to be most fully 
quainted with that third floor front Yes, I quite agree with yon, she does a ltog e ther too much *"Te 
It must ruin her appetite for dinner and it is a d eci d ed waste of calling cards. She most realize the dan- 
ger of the paper famine. 1*11 speak to her dir ec tly . Yon will please pot her on warning. Who is 111 ma, 
charge of the demerits. Oh! All of you. I beg your pardon. Dorothy (P.) if you sneeze agam you 
will have to leave this meeting. It is most disturbing. And now Miss Bancroft, is she stall meeting those 
boys from Phillips? That really must go to Faculty Government Every Thursday and Monday 
did you say? Sometimes oftener? O utra geous! And Mrs. Cramer. — she must not let Mis 
visit her at ail times of the day. It sets a horrible example to the other teachers. Marjorie reports the 
same difficulty with Miss Mason. She masts upon spending her study hours in Miss Kekey's room. What 
was that Josephine? You have trouble makmg her keep your room in order? I'll speak to her about that 
too. And Miss Checkering lies in bed until 7.25 every nmni|i I am sure I don't see how she gets 
to breakfast on tame. Miss Dowd has been caught telephoning agam and serving ice cream to the faculty? 


"HobUs (DjaMj?" ((Honttnupfc) 

She is a discredit to the anti-humarian league. I must reprove her severely. .And Miss Elliott — I 
know your trials, Janet, but you must consider her age. She is young yet, ask her table. Miss McLean 
has not learned to walk yet? That is difficult to correct, but then if she will insist upon breaking ankles I 
suppose I must give her demerits, although I do so hate to do it. Ten for general unruliness, please. Miss 
Sherman, I hardly think we ought to judge her, bringing up such a large family is so difficult. Is Miss 
Aldred still teaching that cat baby talk? It is disgraceful. He won't even recognize the English lan- 
guage after awhile. Miss King encourages it too. Has she done anything else? Not a thing? Oh 
well, give her two demerits for "safety first." Miss Stoody. Hasn't she been late to breakfast yet? Well, 
she must stop this coming around the circle at least ten minutes before breakfast. It startles the girls on 
the front of the house terribly, and it isn't good for them to have to hurry unnecessarily at that time in the 
morning. Miss Spalding, — is she still running at all times and in all directions? It may be good physical 
exercise but it disturbs the atmosphere and quiet. You'll put her on warning too, please. Mile. La Breque 
has improved, don't you think? I believe she only uses forty words to the second now. Miss Pooke — was 
she laughing the last time you saw her? Oh, she was in Art class. Well, of course, that's different. 
Miss Sweeney — did someone interrupt then? You thought she was a girl? Why certainly not. She is a 
faculty. Looks are often deceiving. What did Mr. Ashton say? Yes I remember the few days in 
April when it rained every day for about a week, and what about it? Mr. Ashton said we had to worm 
our way out of the circle. Awk! Too subtle. Miss Bennett and Miss Nichols — well really it is get- 
ting late and their musical temperaments ought to save them a lot of trouble. I move the meeting be 
adjourned. Second the motion. Don't one of you tell a thing we have said!" 



N's for the Neckwear — so round and so sheer, 

And the style of it changes at least six times a year. 

E's for the Elite — Oh, lul, lee, lu, la, 

In those pindling heels that cannot walk far. 
W's for the Wire that holds out her gown, 

And the skirt made of tenting that girdles her round. 

S is for "S'matter — what are those girls at?" 

Why they're making a smock to match their new hat. 
T's for the Time spent in fixing her hair, 

With every new style she seems more debonair. 
Y's for the Yards that she has in her skirt. 

They're also made short to keep out of the dirt. 
L's for the Latest — the latest thing out 

See how they all rush to see what it's about. 
E's for the Emblem they call the Frat Pin. 

They wear it and blush, they wear it and grin. 
S is for Shoes, in all colors and shades: 

And this ends our ditty of stylish young maids. 


"glnp! Eook! ICiatfti!" 

"The Only Girl" namely "Sybil" was "Alone at Last" with "Paganini" at "33 Washington 
Square." "Paganini" had been an "Outcast in the South" for the past month and therefore had not heard 
the latest "Town Topics." After a real heart to heart "Chin Chin" with his lady love, he was amazed 
to hear that "Little Lord Fauntleroy," of all people, was preparing to enter the "Secret Service" and go 
"Under Fire" for "The Greatest Nation" in the world. When they had reached this point in their con- 
versation in rushed "The Chief" otherwise Fauntleroy, like a "Boomerang" with "The Princess Pat" 
upon his arm. 

"Stop, Look, Listen!" he cried, but before he could proceed his two friends were congratulating him 
on his new position. As soon as he could be heard he went on. "It Pays to Advertise," I see, but I 
have changed my mind for the better. The service is not for me. Instead, the Princess and I are prepar- 
ing to seek adventure by sailing together "Around the Map." Of course we hope the weather will be 
"Fair and Warmer" and that we shall be successful in "Fixing Sister," but of late she has been decidedly 
"Grumpy." The news was so startling to "Sybil" and "Paganini" that Fauntleroy, with his bride to be, 
had turned and was stalking toward the door like a very "Cock o' the Walk" before they had time to hurl 
after them a "Very Good Eddie." 


-an?* Ma" 

We have passed the days of a Junior-Mid, 

And we're Senior-Middles now, 

And if we study and grind and dig, 

We'll be Seniors yet, I vow. 

But the days of English III and IV 

Are almost left behind, 

And never again will we knit our brows 

With the News upon our mind. 

So after this when the bell is rung, 

And the dining-room grows still. 

And Miss Bailey announces a victim's name 

While the victim feels a chill, 

We'll all sit back and learn of the war 

As some poor girl shakes in her shoes, 

Because we're quite safe from that awful thing 

The Middlers' fright — The News. 

J. P.. '17. 


Setoare! Strang? flnim Mtn 

With Apologies to 1915 Class Book of Mt. Holyoke College. 

Chapter I. 

One cold raw day, on Tuesday, the seventh of March, Copley the "Copdodger" swung off the rear 
platform of the northbound train and took one deep breath of Andover air. Carelessly he tossed his head 
from side to side in a vain endeavor to see an American Express sign or a bell hop, but failing he beckoned 
a jitney and ordered his suitcase delivered at the Inn. Silently he slunk up School Street, the road a sheet 
of smooth, silver slippenness under his feet. As he neared the circle he stopped, removed an exquisite felt 
hat and sneered. The sun shone on his yellow locks giving one that pleasing sensation of egg salad. His 
trousers creased at just the right angle to obscure a protruding knee, put out one midnight when the gang 
in the gambling house had fled, but what difference did his past life make? His friend, Paul, had asked 
him to take the charming Madeline Muchmoney to the Abbot Prom and he meant to do it. Marry her? 
Yes! And then money, money, how he needed money. He laughed gloatingly, shoved his hat around 
his ears and strode manfully into the circle. With a mystifying quickness of penetration he strode straight 
for Draper Hall, but his face wore a perplexed frown. He gazed inquiringly at one entrance and then 
the other. Finally he stopped half way between and tossed his nickel — heads, the right entrance facing 
north. Suddenly the maid who had been unobtrusively tying her snowshoe looked up and held out her 
arms. "Copley," she cried, stepped on her snowshoe and fell gracefully into a snowbank. 

"Plaza," he hissed, "so you are here," and he sprang to the rescue. As he righted her he whispered 
warningly, "I am here to meet Madeline Muchmoney. She must be mine and you shall not interfere!" 
He laughed and leered and little molecules of ozone froze around his lips as Plaza snowshoed sobbingly 
toward the back of the building. 


iBpuiarr ! Strang? Prom iHrn ( (Euntinupo I 

Chapter II. 

That night the prom. The gym was a vision of fairyland. Its Japanese lanterns glowing, the cozy 
corners beckoning and those yards and yards of various colored tulle. To be sure the girls wore those 
but they added to the color. But to whom were all eyes turned? To that simple sedate maiden in the 
corner. The one with the blue-black hair, the color of which quite rivaled the atmosphere of one's room 
when one bangs one's toes against a chair in a vain attempt to find one's shoes at the sound of the fire bell. 
And her eyes — ah! That soft deep brown of Andover mud and how radiant they were as she tightly 
clasped the armful of magnolias that Copley had sent her. Yes, he was wonderful and he had asked her 
— she could hardly believe it, on such short notice, too. But yes, she was to marry him to-night, below 
the auto waits. Oh ! This was their dance and now, the escape. Silently they slid through the sliding 
doors and they were on the circle in the dark of night. 

Chapter III. 

"Is that you, dearest?" 

Copley stopped his restless pacing as he looked up the fire escape and held out his hand to aid the 
descent. But who is this gliding stealthily around the corner. It is — it is — oh, I see you know already. 
Plaza the Sob Specialist. Her voice broke the stillness of the night. 

"Copley, I loved you, yes, but this, — oh, not this. Madeline has been like a sister to me and you 
shall not ruin her life. Escape while there is yet time, for I have Mr. Clinton, Mr. Dearborn and Charlie 
coming with a rescue party. With a howl of despair the villain headed for the Shawsheen. Plaza's hand 
crept to her throat and every nerve strained with emotion. At last the splash as he struck the water! And 
Plaza fell in a sobbing heap at the foot of the fire escape. 




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